Fate (or Karma) Cinquain

By Cheryl Marie Wade

Had I been born a bird, this cat I coochie-coo would be picking my feathers from his teeth.

About this poem

A cinquain, a five-line poem. One of a series Wade wrote in the mid-1980s.

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